Charlie Brown Christmas + Wine = Nostalgia →[More:]
I just watched that holiday classic, A Charlie Brown Christmas. (That is, I watched the first half hour of it. The second half hour is some sort of modern-day dreck that is NOT part of my childhood. I don't know where or when it came from, but it just ain't right. My snow-covered lawn? Get the hell off it.)
Y'all watched it too, right?
I figure I've seen it 30 times, factoring in years I was too cool or too busy to catch it on the tube. This means I can recite each upcoming line, with its proper intonation. This seriously disturbed the cats. (Especially when I yelled with Lucy, "THAT'S IT!!!!" as Schroeder plinked out Jingle Bells on his toy piano.)
What's really getting me all nostalgic, though, is the memory of Amy K. She was a year behind me in high school and sat near me in band. (We were among the
cool band geeks!) She could replicate -- and
would replicate, on demand -- each and every one of the dances that the Peanuts characters did during the
dance scenes. I'd ask her to do the Peanuts dance, and she would -- bouncing on her toes, bobbing her head from side to side, with a carefree grin on her face.
We were never best friends, but we liked each other a lot. We didn't keep touch after high school.
Amy died 18 months ago during a C-section. It was to be her first kid. The baby was fine. Amy, for some reason, wasn't.
The Charlie Brown Christmas Show has always meant a lot to me. It's always been a touchstone of sorts. Even when Christmas turned into xmas, and when it went from being horribly exciting to distastefully commercial (just as Charlie Brown predicted!), and when I went from anticipating it like a drug to dreading the trip back to Dumbfuck, Texas, the Charlie Brown show always held an innocent appeal. Now it reminds me of Amy, and of friendships lost.
It's not guilt. We lose touch with people as we get older. I accept that wholeheartedly.
But, you know, those people who we were never as close to as we should have been -- they stay with us. And on nights like tonight, they come back.
That's the joy and the pain of holiday seasons like this. I mean, that's why we designate certain times of the year as 'holiday seasons,' right? So we have an excuse to remember? And so we have an excuse, the rest of the year, not to?
Anyway, A Charlie Brown Christmas is awesome, in all its innocence, and all its weight. Best to you, Amy, and to your family. For this silly, silly reason, I'll think of you every mid-December evening when some TV network decides to capitalize on Gen-X nostalgia. Things are funny that way.
And for y'all bunnies, if you have Charlie Brown memories to share, I'd really like to hear them.
As an incentive/cattle prod, here are some more songs from the soundtrack.
Linus and Lucy
Skating
Hark the Herald
Christmastime is Here